Turtled under the blanket in the cold morning I was prodded awake by my requested wake up call to get the bus to Gua Musang to start the indirect journey towards Taman Negara National Park.

There was only one other person making the journey today, Janet from New Zealand meaning we had more than enough leg room for the two of us which made up a little for the price we paid for the privilege.

The short 2 hour bus journey ended with the two of us left at the train station for the next train to Jerantut in around 1.5 hours giving us some time to check out the sights and sounds of Gua Musang. Two minutes later having done all there is to do here we stocked up on some nibbles for the journey as well as getting some sweet fresh soya milk from a street hawker served in the traditional plastic bag style

The jungle train, as it is sometimes called, rattled through the err jungle for the next 3 hours stopping at tiny little stations and villages and often no where in particular along the way dropping off and picking up passengers most of whom carrying bags of vegetables and luggage looking like they weighed 10 times their own body weight.

With the only cooling air coming from the open windows which given the regular stops and slow speed did little to cool down the two overheating white people while I wondered how the local woman in particular coped wrapped up in all their big dresses and head scarfs.

From Jerantut it was another bus ride to Taman Negara which although more than just the two of us now had more leg room than I've ever seen in any bus, plane or train before reliving a little of the frustration we felt on meeting another couple here who had got a bus direct from Cameron Highlands although at the same price as us.

Checking into one place in the small town here I soon checked out again after closer inspection of the moldy bedding and lack of half the window slats with nothing else at hand bar the moldy pillows to keep out the mozzies

The next place I checked out was a bright and cheery place called Tahan guesthouse where almost every surface, including the toilet, had been painted with bright rainforest scenes and animals although the stuffed animals attached to string from the roof looking like they had been hanged was a little disturbing.

Meeting Janet for dinner we sat down to a video which we were told would give us a whole lot of informative information about the oldest rainforest in the world which from the look of the video must have been around the same age.